Nov 11, 1997
Email from Myself to Stormdawn.
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE ... (A little back story)
The mother and child moon hung full and low in the early nighttime sky. The sun was just setting, sending rays of rose and lavender reaching for the moons high above, competing with the early stars in the darkening skies. The light of the setting sun filtered through the thick canopy of ancient trees in the holtlands of the elves, casting its light over the thick summer leaves. The occasional evening breeze sent the leaves and young branches dancing and long shadows skittering across the forest floor. The sounds of summer hummed and sang, almost drowning out the bubbling song of the river that tumbled along nearby. The wide river traveled, it was thought by the handful of elves that called this particular forest home, the whole of the plains, cutting through their Holt and flowing until the Vastdeep that opened wide and swallowed it into its depths far in the direction of the setti